Stuffed jalapenos…have I titled a post after those already?

You guys might remember when I outlined the details of how my friend Hannah was victorious in catching the bouquet at my wedding. I carefully selected the word “victorious” only because you might also remember that my twin brother desperately wanted to catch that bouquet. It was a hot commodity that night. Well, because Hannah is engaged (because of the magical power of that bouquet), her friends (me included) finally got to experience the best part of someone getting married: THE BACHELORETTE PARTY. I don’t know about you guys, but I always suffer minor anxiety in the days leading up to a bachelorette weekend. Will I like the other girls? Will they like me? Will I be able to party as hard as them? Ya know all that self-conscious NONSENSE. I say nonsense, because I almost ALWAYS end up having the best time. Isn’t funny how people who pick you to be their friend also pick other really cool people to be their friends?

The weekend immediately started off right in Galveston when I got to shovel several gummy bears in my mouth for no reason at all.

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My mom is feeling really proud right now. I can feel it through my screen. Mom, remember how I never went on The Bachelor? Focus on that.

Despite the alcohol-soaked sugar-laden candy, we had a pretty chill first night. Which was good. Because the second WAS AN ADVENTURE, to say the least.

Mardi Gras took over Galveston this weekend, which turned the bachelorette party into a REAL PARTAYYYY, if ya know what I mean. We started by catching begging for beads on the street. Oh and buying masks.

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I’m the creepy one in the cat mask. Reasons are obvious, so I won’t elaborate.

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A closer look.

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An even closer look.

And just to top off the cat theme, here is the only float in the parade I managed to photograph:

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Then I saw this guy, so obviously I forced Hannah to take a picture with him. Again, no need to elaborate.

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After all those activities, we decided to take a tad bit of rest back at the beach house.

Good thing, because we weren’t at Redfish Pool Bar 10 minutes before guys started buying us drinks. Have I mentioned I love bachelorette parties?

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If you ever go to Nick’s/Redfish Pool Bar, get the stuffed jalapeños. Seriously best thing I have ever tasted. I’m not exaggerating. I could eat a thousand despite the spicy. I did not do vodka shots after like last time. I did take some fireball shots, because it was a bachelorette party. Is that a good enough reason? Thought so. But I waited a decent amount of time to let the spicy soothe itself to sleep. I’m obviously going to be a good mother.

We got a picture of the bride and our AMAZING bartender/waiter. He even brought that little bridezilla a heater per her request. JK, Hannah. Totally reasonable request.

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One of our drink-purchasers:

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Bride obviously having fun.

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Again, bride obviously having fun.

SUCCESSFUL BACHELORETTE PARTY!!! Know what that means? A successful marriage ahead…right? Seems logical.

Christmas parties and selfies

I know last week I kept saying I was going to tell you things “later this week!” and it really was my intention. But then Wednesday morning I woke up around 2 a.m. puking, which led me to believe I was either A. pregnant or B. dying. When I was still puking hours later, I woke Casey up and pathetically begged him to take me to a clinic, because I was sure I was only hours away from death. Luckily for me, I married someone with much more common sense than I possess, and Casey figured out quickly that it was either a bug or food poisoning. Leave it to the accountant to make a medical diagnosis! Anyway, I was feeling rather blah the rest of the week and didn’t have it in me to bloggity blog blog. SO HERE WE GO!

Last weekend was my last hoorah at my now “old job.” It was technically the company holiday party, but I made sure to greet everyone who walked in with a big ‘ol “WELCOME TO MEGAN’S PARTY!” And in case that wasn’t obnoxious enough, I then proceeded to dance on stage with the band I hired to perform all night.

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Oh and I had taken my shoes off, because…classy like that. I was very sad to be ending an era of working with such great people, like Devin…who you might remember from lots of posts.

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And Erin, who I chatted with daily! She listened to so many ramblings.

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That’s Chip, the cigar roller we hired for the par-tay. He was very good at making cigars, which I don’t think a lot of people can say! We also had a smilebooth, obvies.

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All around great going away party in honor of me.

The night before that party, we went to a Christmas party that I’m not sure was supposed to include unusual outfits, but Casey and I always like to be the best dressed wherever we go, so we went big.

At first no one could tell Casey had anything special planned for the party. (Except for the tiny hint near his shoes.) It was real casual.

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But then he took his pants off, and everyone was like “Oh wow, that outfit is SO aesthetically pleasing!”

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I, of course, wore a Christmas cat shirt.

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Festive.

Casey also wanted me to include some photos he took at the party where he was documenting all my selfies. This is REAL behind the scenes of this mildly unimportant blog.

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Very artistic. Nice documentary, Casey!

Recap of the weekend that just happened to come later this week. Or so I say now.

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST SISTER-IN-LAW I’VE EVER HAD!

Dress stress and turkeys

Howdy gangstas. I am back from Thanksgiving break, but sure am not recovered. My workin’ pants were awfully difficult to button this morning, but at least the turkey I ate last Thursday was delish enough to be worth it. Did not help that we attended a gorgeous wedding with oodles of snacks and a to-die-for dinner Saturday night. Had zero self-control. ZERO, I tell ya. Time to reel it back in though, because after Christmas shopping most of last week, we really cannot afford to buy me a new wardrobe. Casey is nodding as he is reading this. I can feel it. Marriage can do that to ya. OH and FYI, I hope you stay til the end of this post, because there is some helpful fashion advice at the end. EXCITING!

So here are the recent haps.

My sister-in-law made another appetizing turkey similar to last year’s. Had to take a picture, because he was just so cute.

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Oh I could just eat him!

My mom and I shopped til we dropped, and she bought me this new coat, which is one of the reasons I love her.

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Isn’t she just the cutest little hipster mom ya ever saw?

Did that Turkey Trot like always. Best 10K time eva, and I don’t mind braggin’ ’bout it or using apostrophes.

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Oh we look so stunning at 7 a.m., don’t we? SO glam.

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Post Turkey Trot, pre-Turkey-Eat.

We decorated for Christmas, and the kitties are thrilled, because now they have a fake pine to chomp on and wrapped presents to stomp on.

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One day I should stop taking all my pictures on my iPhone.

Saturday we meandered up to Austin for Colby and Tanner‘s wedding. It was gorgeous and breathtaking and lovely and just a grand ol’ time. Casey’s best man was the best man again, because I guess he is everyone’s best friend! We sure like him! He likes Casey, too, as evidenced below.

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Casey wasn’t a groomsman, but he did have a very important job.

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More blurriness. Hope you like my dress, because Casey and I sure had an adventure getting it on! We spent an hour (not an exaggeration, even Casey will tell you) trying to zip that thing up before we left for Austin, but it kept getting stuck at the seam. At one point we couldn’t get it up or down, which meant I could not get the dress totally on or totally off. HILARIOUS. Except not, because I was STRESSED. We had to leave for hippie-town ASAP. So, I told Casey I would just deal with it in the car. And he was all “How are you going to do it in the car if you can’t even do it standing up?” or something all practical and logical like that, and I was all “Casey, just trust me” or something all philosophical and marriage-y like that. So, we get in the car, and I am no longer stressed, because I know I have 3-ish hours to get in or out of this dress. (I brought a spare, just in case.) And wouldn’t ya know it, five minutes into the car ride I had successfully removed the dress from my body (and put on another, just in case you wanted to know if I was riding shotgun naked…I wasn’t…for the majority of the car ride). Here was the trick (in case you ever find yourself in this stressful STRESSFUL STRESSFUL situation: relax. You know when you put on a ring that’s too small and then you STRESS and you feel claustrophobic and your finger swells up MORE and then it’s just AAHHHHHHHHHHH I’M GONNA DIE BECAUSE MY CIRCULATION IS GOING TO GET CUT OFF AND WHO WILL TAKE CARE OF MY CATS IF I’M DEAD? The WORST, am I right? But then someone calms you down, you take a few deep breaths and then POP, ring comes off your finger like no problemo. So, I said to myself as this dress was stuck on my bod, I said “RELAX MEGAN JUST CALM THE EFF DOWN FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE.” And I took a few deep yoga-ish breaths, and I just sort of melted out of the dress. Magical. So then I zipped it all the way after several tries, because that zipper had a habit of getting stuck at the seam whether it was on or off my body. I asked Casey if he thought I should try to put it on with the zipper all zipped up, and he said “Megan, just take a break from the dress.” Again with the logic and practicality. This kid. So I took  a break, and then I went in for round 157 of trying to get this dress on, because I REALLY wanted to wear THAT dress. I used the same technique. I said “RELAX MEGAN JUST CALM THE EFF DOWN FOR THE SECOND TIME IN YOUR LIFE.” And then I just melted into the dress. And then I popped back into the front seat, and Casey was just FLABBERGASTED that I got back into that dress. I just LOVE blowing his mind with all my magic tricks.

Home again and rainy days

Casey has been traveling the past three weeks, which I have been avoiding mentioning on the blog for fear of being kidnapped or the cats being kidnapped, but now that he is back in H-town I can tell the world! I’m so glad he is back so I can annoy him by taking my jokes too far and leaving my shoes around the house. The past three weeks no one has noticed my shoes lying around so leaving them out had almost no purpose.

We celebrated Casey’s return by sleeping in on Saturday and then walking to breakfast. Suddenly during breakfast, I realized I did not have anything to wear to watch the Aggie game that evening, so I suggested we go into several stores in search of a fancy maroon shirt (again in celebration of Casey’s return). I did manage to find some maroon apparel. However, during the search, a torrential downpour began. Luckily, Casey and I are really brave so we had no problem running home in the rain with my new clothes carefully wrapped in plastic bags. Spending money and running are two of Casey’s least favorite things (they are two of my favorite things). But at least he got breakfast out of the deal.

Saturday night we ventured over to Yard House for some Aggie-game-watching with our friends! The guy with the mustache photo-bombing is not my friend. I don’t know him. I didn’t even know he existed until I put this photo in my post.

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My friends are models.

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Sunday was spent mostly at home, because Casey has trouble not watching football. But I did make it out of the house to get my bootay kicked by Stephanie’s new boot camp!

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But then I had to come back home to cuddle with the babies.

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P.S. I updated my Pinterest Success page if you need some new recipe ideas!

 

 

GlassesUSA and my best-selling novel

Lately my mom has been sporting some hipster glasses, and I’ve really been digging the look. Since we look sort of the same, I decided I needed some hipster glasses too. Also, whenever I picture myself writing my best-selling novel, I’m always wearing big glasses, and I figured that the reason I haven’t written my best-selling novel yet is probably because I didn’t own big glasses. So, I took it upon myself to buy some big hipster glasses.

This is me. Lying on the couch and not writing my best-selling novel despite my new eyeglasses. The best part about this, though, is that I bought the eyeglasses online.

I bought them at GlassesUSA.com, and have used them mostly for watching TV. And looking hipster. It was super easy, because you just plug in your prescription and pay a small amount of money, because these are seriously the most affordable glasses I’ve ever come across.

(I found this picture on Casey’s phone, which I can only assume means he secretly thinks kitten cuddles are adorable.)

You can even “try them on” virtually.

How tech-savvy is that!  If you buy glasses this way, you can save a couple trips to the store and some moo-lah, which you can use to buy my best-selling novel in 20 or so years. (I’m trying to be ahead of the game with my marketing.)

Molly: Professional selfie photo-bomber.

Ponytails and cat dresses

I have said for awhile now that I wasn’t really a “cat person” until my parents drove to College Station and dropped Lucy off at my apartment about four years ago. I have always liked animals, but I can’t remember ever being specifically pro-cat or anything. However, when I was digging through old photos on Mother’s Day, I found some evidence to the contrary.

I do realize that not a single cat in any of those photos seem to be very fond of me. They obviously didn’t know a good thing when they saw it. I think cats love me now. I also think I’ve grown into my teeth a bit.